What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.

The best tip for writing is just to write; to sit down and write, to begin doing it and not to be scared by the blank page.

Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep.

Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.

A good bookshop is not just about selling books from shelves, but reaching out into the world and making a difference.

Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.

And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.

We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.

We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.

Carolina beach music, " Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.

She said that everyone has some evil inside them, and the first step to loving anyone is to recognize the same evil inside ourselves, so we're able to forgive them.

It's hard making a woman your wife when you've been humpin married women for most of your life

Your life is a Fellini film, lacking only Anita Ekberg with a cat on her head.

As well expect Nature to answer your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair.

The human race cannot forever exist half-exploiters and half-exploited.

I can promise to be sincere, but I cannot promise to be impartial.

Most people like reading about what they already know - there is even a public for yesterday's weather.

A man may take care of a furnace for twenty-five years and still forget to duck his head when he starts going down the cellar stairs.

The media is going to stick a label on records. And the public is going to pick it up from that. And that's what I was getting sick of-the whole analyzation thing.